That sounds like a zombie movie where the only ones who can save the world are a playboy dentist and his harem of dental bitches. Flossing the zombie plague out of the jaws of humanity, one pair of teeth at a time.

I remember seeing that in a webcomic.A guy had a completely rotten tooth that, in addition to worms, mushrooms and all things foul, was also infested by ghosts.Zombie toothpaste was the best way to get rid of the ghosts, but it filled the user's mouth with tiny zombies and made them want to eat brains.

That sounds like a zombie movie where the only ones who can save the world are a playboy dentist and his harem of dental bitches. Flossing the zombie plague out of the jaws of humanity, one pair of teeth at a time.

I remember seeing that in a webcomic.A guy had a completely rotten tooth that, in addition to worms, mushrooms and all things foul, was also infested by ghosts.Zombie toothpaste was the best way to get rid of the ghosts, but it filled the user's mouth with tiny zombies and made them want to eat brains.

Well, right now I have a choice: Either get a temp job at the IRS, or try and find another job.Pros of the IRS job: Basically, actually, the only positive thing is I would make a fuckton of money, so in like three months I could afford a NICE used car.Cons: It'd be work I would most likely hate, from 5 PM to 1:30 AM Mon-Fri, working with no one my age, or with relevant interests, and with my dad. Also, this is all kind of the exact opposite of my goals in therapy, ie actually have fun and be social and meet people and be happy. I would also get pretty much no time with what few people I do hang out with.So, right now, I have to basically decide if I want to be miserable as shit for five months and earn a nice car and whatever else, or not. Fuuuuck